I take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the weight of his cock on my tongue. Behind me, I feel Rowan's hands on my hips, positioning me on hands and knees.
"Ready for me, beautiful?" he asks, and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
I hum my agreement around Micah's length, and Rowan slides home in one smooth thrust. The sensation of being filled from both ends is overwhelming but in a decidedly good way, and I have to pause for a moment just to process it.
"Good girl," Micah breathes, his hand tangling in my hair. "Take us both."
I set a rhythm, bobbing my head on Micah's cock while Rowan thrusts into me from behind. The dual sensations build on each other, pleasure compounding with every movement. I can feel both of them through the bond, their desire feeding my own again.
Micah's hips start to move, shallow thrusts that push his cock deeper into my throat. I relax my jaw, taking him as deep as I can, and the sound he makes is pure primal satisfaction.
"Close," he warns, fingers tightening in my hair. "Regina, I'm?—"
I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks around him, and he comes with a groan that echoes through the room. I swallow everything he gives me, working him through it until he's shuddering and oversensitive.
"Holy shit," he gasps as I release him with a wet pop. "You're fuckinglethal."
"Yes, she is," Rowan growls, his pace increasing. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounds into me, chasing his own release. The angle is perfect, his cock hitting spots still sensitized from the toy, and I feel another orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
"Touch yourself," Rowan commands. "I want to feel you come around me."
My hand finds my clit, fingers circling the swollen bud. The dominance in his voice tips me over the edge almost immediately, and I cry out as my body clenches around Rowan's cock.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep as he spills inside me. The sensation of his release triggers another wave of pleasure, smaller aftershocks that leave me trembling and whimpering.
We collapse into a pile of jelly limbs, all three of us breathing hard. I end up sandwiched between them, Micah's chest against my back and Rowan's face pressed into my neck.
"That was… fuckingincredible," I mumble, already feeling the pull of exhaustion. The combination of multiple orgasms and the emotional intensity of the training has drained me completely.
"You did so well," Rowan murmurs against my throat. "Half a knot's size on your first try. That's impressive."
"Mmm." I'm too tired for words, my eyes drifting closed despite my best efforts.
"Sleep," Micah says, pulling a blanket over us. "We'll take care of you, beautiful."
I snuggle deeper into their warmth, letting the steady rhythm of their breathing lull me toward unconsciousness. My body aches pleasantly, well-used and satisfied but now even more curious about what it will be like to takeallof them.
The last coherent thought I have before sleep claims me is that I wouldn't mind training more often.
Not one fucking bit.
Chapter 17
REGINA
Aaaand it'sanother day of studying.
Studying because everything is tense as fuck in the pack house and it's my favorite way to get some time to think, which is why it doesn't matter that the words in Eliza Underwood's grimoire look like incomprehensible squiggles to me right now.
My brain is refusing to process a single word.
Instead, it's stuck on a loop ofteaching assistantandgraduate schoolandwhat the actual fuck am I doing?
The kitchen table is covered in research materials I've been pretending to study since Killian stormed out this morning. He didn't say where he was going. Just kissed me breathless, muttered something about "handling it" and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows.
Through our bond, I can feel him somewhere across campus, tense with a knot of frustration coiled around him that's been steadily tightening all day. He got back late last night and I felt him curl up in the nest with me, Micah, Rowan, and Sean, whosomehow ended up wrapped around me like a giant snoring koala.
By the time I woke up, he was in the gym pumping arms like he's trying to purge demons from inside his head.
